I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 170 (9/10, requesting monthly votes) Master level? Directly blindfolded with poisonous blood!

A new notification appeared on the panel.

[You have triggered the Vengeance Curse. Please perform a high-level purification or break the source of the curse as soon as possible.]

"Despicable human! Stay and keep me company! Hehehe!"

Martin's twisted head emitted a series of incredibly grating sounds.

The sound was so terrifying that it sent chills down the spines of Hill and the others in front of them.

If it were the old Ivan, he would probably have been terrified.

Unfortunately, due to the side effects of the Daylight Potion, he only found it a little jarring.

"The curse of revenge".

The old hunter's voice rang out again from beside the fire.

"Some highly intelligent monsters will implant curses into their bodies through special rituals."

"This curse can only be activated upon death, and it has a special connection with the magic arrays and ley lines in the surrounding area, thus affecting the enemy who killed you."

Upon hearing these memories, Evan immediately launched into a tirade of profanities.

"Damn it! Could you ghouls be any more cunning?!"

From the very beginning, the other party conducted a detailed investigation into me and Richard, and arranged for a restrained relationship.

Then came a series of surprise attacks, including a wizard hiding in the middle of the plot, who was also shrouded in a magical invisibility cloak!

After finally killing everyone, he left the building with the wizard, which triggered an alarm and attracted the master's attack.

After the alert was triggered and the attack was barely blocked, there was still a Vengeance Curse waiting for me.

Because everyone was moving very fast, that one or two seconds of hesitation had already created a huge distance between Ivan and the people in front of him.

As Hill and his group had already taken the three wounded out, they also took the ghoul wizard with them.

Outside the gate, the two groups were already ready.

The person leading on the left is a tall young man with dazzling blond hair and a strong military bearing.

It was Black, the high-ranking inspector who had screamed like a young lady last time because of a bat.

On the right is a thin, middle-aged man wearing all black clothes and a hood, carrying a large black umbrella; he is Vic from the Special Operations Team.

When the crowd saw Hill and the others rush out, they quickly went forward to give Richard and the other two basic first aid.

At the same time, the umbrella in Vic's hand rapidly expanded, and the shadow under the umbrella formed a twisted monster that directly swallowed the remains of the Ruler-Eating Wizard.

"Where's Arkham?" Gray asked hastily.

Hill said, "Right here—"

"not good!!"

Before Hill could finish speaking, she realized that Evan hadn't made it out as easily as the others.

It was at this moment that everyone saw Ivan locked in the shadows by a twisted chain of bones.

He was struggling with all his might, but it seemed to be in vain.

"Evan!!!" Hill turned around and rushed in without any hesitation.

But with a wave of Vic's hand, a shadow instantly bound her to the spot.

"Master-level ghoul, charging in like that will only get you killed."

He then turned to Black and said, "You stay here and oversee things. If anyone else comes, get them all out of here."

"This place has been booked out by our special operations team."

Black nodded haughtily: "Understood!"

Although this guy is usually stubborn and arrogant, making him very annoying, there's not much that can be done about him because of his noble birth.

But at the same time, it is also a very useful weapon against external forces.

This personality, combined with his background, allows him to block interference from other departments with an extremely assertive attitude.

Then Vic, holding the large umbrella, said to Gray beside him, "Come inside with me."

Just as the two were talking, accompanied by a piercing friction sound, the eerie skeletal chains suddenly tightened.

Ivan was instantly pulled into the chains.

"Fuck!!"

David and Erron were furious at the sight, but Vic interrupted them as they picked up the potion.

"At your level, taking a potion wouldn't help. Taking one at this point is tantamount to self-harm!"

"Don't worry, with me here, Arkham won't die."

After saying that, Vic led Gray into the shadows.

Vic, who was moving forward, had no idea that Ivan was moving so fast.

Faced with this rather tricky area, the group rushed in and wiped out everything inside in less than ten minutes before emerging safely.

This further enhanced Vic's assessment of Evan's overall value.

Therefore, at this stage, he certainly doesn't want anything to happen to this precious baby.

At the same time, they did not want to have any falling out with Evan.

From his previous interactions with him, it's clear that Evan is just an ordinary person.

They have strong likes and dislikes and care deeply about the people they know.

So he set aside his usual arrogance towards these lowly witchers and tried his best to stop their meaningless self-harm with care and the demeanor of an elder.

The prophet Langdon, who had come along, said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, everyone. The opponent is just a master-level ghoul."

"Since he's underground, he's no match for Captain Vic."

at the same time.

As Ivan was pulled down by the chains, he suffered tremendous friction and impact throughout the pit.

However, given his current physical strength, the problem wasn't with his body, but with the surrounding craters.

The walls and floor, which were once neat and tidy, were now riddled with dents and pits from his impact, with several sections showing signs of collapse.

This vengeful curse has a very high priority, and it cannot be broken by conventional physical attacks.

The purifying potion slightly reduced the intensity of the vengeful curse.

As the system panel appeared, he caught a glimpse of a tiny crack on the skull out of the corner of his eye.

"Damn! Regular purification potions aren't working! They're not strong enough at all."

"I should have made some quick-acting medicine back then."

Just then, with a heavy impact, Ivan found himself back in the sacrificial site.

The previously hazy central area has begun to collapse.

However, the collapse process was not obvious, and it looked like it would take about ten more minutes for it to completely disappear.

On the high platform in the middle of the sacrificial site, Ivan saw the source of the skeletal chains.

The source of the curse was Martin's body, which he had previously completely torn apart.

The body was burning in a bizarre posture, and the source of the entire chain was actually his spine.

Those scattered hands and feet gripped their spine tightly and shook them repeatedly.

Each time he was shaken, Ivan could feel a mental assault.

Although this invasion can be partially blocked by fog-induced encephalopathy.

However, due to the suppression of his position, he still felt a sensation similar to being dizzy from drinking too much.

Before Ivan could react, he only vaguely saw a shadow.

Bang!

The terrifying impact struck him.

Ivan instantly felt an immense force squeezing his eyes out.

Then he felt a sudden dizziness.

The eyeball that burst out of its socket could see its surroundings freely.

An immense force, seemingly from nowhere, smashed his body to pieces.

His limbs were scattered on the ground, and his eyes had flown out of their sockets, still connected by nerves.

The upper and lower body were completely turned into a pile of minced meat.

Only a few shards of broken glass could be vaguely seen amidst the blood and flesh.

The incredibly thick, jelly-like blood didn't splatter everywhere; instead, it broke into chunks.

[You have been fatally attacked; your resilience has been activated!]

After the attack succeeded, a tall, thin figure appeared in the blurred boundary.

"An interesting witcher."

"You clearly don't possess the immortality of the Bloodthirsty Race, yet you haven't died?"

Immortality is an effect of the Bloodthirsty race, not an effect of the Bloodthirsty race's inherent traits.

The Bloodthirsty Species' unique characteristic grants it only superhuman self-healing.

Even if a certain attack power exceeds its limit, the target will still die.

"With this one strike, I can easily turn a Bloodthirsty race into a pile of minced meat."

"You not only survived, but you've also managed to retain some human form?"

The voice became increasingly interested as it spoke.

At that moment, the scattered jelly-like blood and parts were reassembled at an extremely fast speed.

In less than three seconds, Ivan's body had fully recovered.

He put his eyeballs back in their sockets and blinked, then saw a tall, thin figure standing in the boundary.

Seeing Evan's powerful self-healing ability, the tall, thin figure couldn't help but marvel.

"A Witcher's Bloodthirsty talent—is even faster than the self-healing ability of a normal Bloodthirsty race?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man casually waved his hand.

Ivan immediately felt a tremendous force descend from the sky.

The enhanced coordination and dynamic nerves, amplified by the sharp magic potion, allowed his body to barely dodge the attack at an extremely fast speed.

"Oh?"

Then the man beckoned with his other hand.

Martin's mangled body behind him immediately pulled on his spine, instantly dragging Ivan toward that blurry boundary.

Ivan, who was halfway there, froze on the spot.

Bang!

That strange and fierce attack came again.

Splat!

This time, half of Ivan's body was smashed to pieces.

Even half of its head had turned into minced meat.

Bone fragments, internal organs, and thick blood were mixed together, without splattering everywhere.

You have survived a fatal attack; your damage resistance has been activated!

Evan's other half of his body grabbed his right half, which was like a sugar doll.

With a sudden burst of strength from its remaining leg, it dodged the subsequent attacks once again.

During this process, the flattened body once again completed its self-healing.

"Very good! Kid, I'll remember you."

The figure once again uttered a sound of approval.

Martin's mangled body then began to frantically pull on his spine.

Evan was bound by this higher-level curse, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not resist this pulling force.

Faced with this situation, Evan wasn't too flustered; the words Hill had told him earlier were still echoing in his mind.

"Master-level ghouls cannot directly enter the material world, and even if they could, they could not unleash their full power."

Ivan's mind began to race.

"That bastard talks a good game, but he couldn't kill me no matter how many times he attacked."

"This doesn't mean he's deliberately holding back because he's interested in me; it's just that this is all he's going to do right now."

"With this relaxed attitude, he made me fall into despair and obediently submit to him."

"A show-off who's all bark and no bite!"

Then Ivan grinned.

"You bastard! If you were really as adept as you say, I would be dead by now."

17

"Don't act like you're all-powerful and superior; in the end, you're just a clown who's all show and no substance."

"I advise you to first understand the concept of showing off."

"They don't even have the ability themselves, yet they come here to show off!"

"Don't let our people catch up with you and rip your hood off the ground."

During the conversation, he unleashed the full power of the Fog Brain Plague into her.

He knew that Vic would absolutely never give up on himself.

Hill is now safe, and he guesses that Vic has come to rescue him.

All he needs to do now is talk his way out and stall for time.

Upon hearing these words, which were full of contempt and provocation, the tall, thin figure's voice instantly turned cold.

Then he took a step forward and finally revealed his true form.

This is a ghoul that is nearly 2.2 meters tall, thin, and has twisted, festering, purplish-black skin all over its body.

Even in their original form, ghouls are quite similar to humans.

There was even an elegance in their every gesture that belonged to the nobility.

However, this elegance contrasted sharply with his current ferocious appearance.

"Stop your little tricks. An apprentice with extraordinary abilities is not qualified to touch a master."

As he spoke, he stretched out his long, slender claws and suddenly grabbed forward.

An unseen force descended once more.

This power was quite strange; even with 23 points of spiritual vision, Evan still couldn't see where the attack came from.

After seeing that the opponent had revealed his true form, Evan took advantage of the moment the attack came and tore open his chest, grabbing out a piece of semi-solid blood.

Even if I die, I'll splatter your blood all over me!

Evan roared and threw the blood in his hand at lightning speed toward the Master Ghoul’s eyes.

The master ghoul seemed to enjoy this act of impotent rage; he simply tilted his head slightly and caught the blood on his face.

Then, in the next second, Ivan's body was once again shattered by an invisible force.

Fortunately, he managed to protect his head.

But his upper body, arms, and legs were smashed into a pulp, turning him back into a flattened sugar figure.

The master ghoul was quite pleased with himself, as an invisible force grabbed Ivan's body and pulled him toward the boundary of the dream realm.

"You may not know this, but human blood is considered quite valuable to us ghouls—"

Um?"

Just then, Evan, whose body had recovered, discovered that the force tearing at him had stopped.

Look up.

The ghoul master covered his face with his hands, trembling uncontrollably.

Large amounts of twisted, disgusting pus flowed continuously between his fingers.

The toxin in this blood is not a conventional supernatural power, but rather acts directly on the ghoul's physical body.

At the same time, the toxic components in this blood are too complex and distorted.

Some of the components, which even Evan himself couldn't explain, seemed to perfectly counteract the ghoul's physical body.

The skin hit by the blood began to ulcerate rapidly.

Within seconds, half of the man's face, including his eyes, had been corroded into pus, and a large amount of pungent odor rose up.

"Ah! — You! Damn it! What is this thing?!"

"Why! Why does His power reside in your blood!?"

The master ghoul let out a series of painful and shocked howls.

Then, the master ghoul, whose body had been severely damaged, covered his face with his hands and instinctively backed away.

He quickly retreated back into the veil of blurred boundaries.

Just then, his face, which had been constantly corroded and ulcerated, finally managed to stop spreading under the combined resistance of all his strength.

Evan couldn't help but clench his fists and shout.

"Nice!"

"Blinding oneself with blood! It's definitely an unavoidable part of the experience!!!"

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